Little Goat Mountain [m] eyetooth

"before we go into battle, we kill blackbirds as sacrifice." her paw again ran its touch along his wrist, closing her eyes as akavir breathed in fine pale warmth along the back of the drengr's relaxed flesh. "it is a spell. but it does not take away from the very realness of our teeth."

reminded that his teeth were behind her and she was at a disadvantage, eivor pondered this while the question came. did he want her to ask what had happened? did she want to ask?

silence again, and she almost fell asleep almost not to make the choice. "curses are what we make them. your cousin believes. you do not. his belief in the curse makes it real for you. that is the power of blood," came her yawning voice. "let us sleep. or let you express freely that you are not so tired and i will mend this for us."

her hips pressed back into him, a soft laugh sweetening the frigid winds beyond she and akavir.